The two of them parked in front and behind at the door with the sign "Hospital Room" hanging.

The man in front knocked on the door twice, and a voice came from inside: "Come in."

"Miss Song, please."

This is what she means to let herself in.

Song Qingyou thanked him clearly and walked in without hesitation.

No matter when or who she faces, she is used to never showing her timidity.

Such a calm attitude made the people sitting in the guest room look a little more respectful.

Inside the guest room, it looks like a new Chinese-style tea room.

After entering, I saw an ink painting as the background wall.

In front of the painting is a wooden table and two chairs facing each other.

There are also rugged rockery and proud green bamboo on the right.

Song Qingyou's gaze fell, and the last thing was the old man sitting on the chair.

The person who passed the message was right, but the old man looked very imposing, either rich or noble.

Even if your hair is gray, it should not be underestimated.

"Mr. Is there anything wrong with me?"

The old man didn't answer, and said as if he was introducing himself: "My surname is Jiang."

Song Qingyou was stunned and thought of Jiang Zhihan in an instant.

But she remained silent and just changed her mouth by following the good words: "Mr. Jiang."

Mr. Jiang raised his eyebrows: "Don't you ask Zhihan and me?"

"There is no need to do this." Song Qingyou's voice was cold, "You will come to me, it must be related to Mr. Jiang."

I have to say that Song Qingyou's reaction and attitude were really beyond the old man's expectations.

Jiang Zhihan lived in seclusion after the car accident. After learning that the outsider he had contacted more was actually a female star, Mr. Jiang launched an investigation.

Later, I learned that Jiang Zhihan not only agreed to the program team to shoot Jiangyuan Group because of Song Qingyou, but also specially acquired an investment company in the entertainment industry in his private name, and had other cooperation with this little star...

At work, the little star even sounded the title of "advisor"...

All of these surprised the old man very much.

He was very worried that Jiang Zhihan would follow Jiang Quan's footsteps and fall into the hands of a woman.

That's why I came here to meet this little star.

Before coming, the old man was telling the housekeeper that if the little star knew the current affairs enough, he might be able to retreat when he saw him.

If it were the opposite, it would be impossible to remain indifferent when I saw him suddenly.

As a result, Song Qingyou's reaction was completely different from what the old man had imagined.

She looked very calm, not like she had met a person with high status and power, and only had the most basic respect for an ordinary old man in her eyes.

The old man suddenly felt that he was a little anxious and had never specifically understood Song Qingyou's personality.

He gently tapped the Go board on the table, "Can you play chess?"

Song Qingyou nodded and sat opposite him at the old man's instructions.

"After you."

Song Qingyou tried to exchange chess pieces with the old man and let the old man take the black chess first.

Mr. Jiang frowned: "Are you sure?"

Over the years, few people have been able to play chess before!

Is this little girl in front of me a little confident?

Song Qingyou bent her lips: "Confirm."

"Has the little girl learned Go?"

"Study yourself in private." Song Qingyou can only say that.

"Self-study?"

Song Qingyou: "I can count hundreds of steps behind every move of my chess."

The old man obviously doesn't believe it. With this ability, it's not enough to be a professional player? Maybe he can still win the title of genius!

However, the old man didn't say he was bragging directly, so he simply agreed to exchange chess pieces.

Heizi went first, Baizi followed closely behind.

Song Qingyou doesn't seem to have to think about every step, it's as fast as it's

mess.

However, as her opponent, Mr. Jiang felt the pressure in a short while.

In less than ten minutes, the old man raised his eyes and looked at the little girl Feng Qingyundan's appearance, but still put the chess piece in his hand back.

"I'm old and useless. I lost this game of chess."

"Take it."

Neither humble nor arrogant.

This calm and composed look is much better than some wealthy families.

The old man asked curiously: "You really can make one move, and you can count the next few hundred steps?"

Song Qingyou nodded: "For example, the old man is just--"

"You want to call Grandpa Jiang."

The old man understood it. The little girl in front of him had no intention of climbing to the Jiang family and flying to the branch. It might not be certain whether they liked their grandson or not!

However, this game of Go is good, so you can communicate with him more.

Jiang Zhihan, who could see his grandfather’s thoughts at a glance:…

Fortunately, he was worried that the old man would do something to Song Qingyou, but that was the end?

Song Qingyou paused, "The chess game that Grandpa Jiang just played..."

After only a few words, the old man kept nodding, looking at listening with a scrupulous look.

At the end of hearing this, the old man had already looked at Song Qingyou with admiration.

Song Qingyou took the opportunity to ask, "Is there anything wrong with Grandpa Jiang coming to see me this time?"

Mr. Jiang, who was just keeping a secret, answered very well now:

"To be honest, I heard that Zhihan had contact with a female star, so I came to take a look."

Come and see if it is fake and test it is true. Song Qingyou knows it very well.

However, judging by the old man's current attitude, there is no need to break through this window paper.

"Jiang and I are friends." Song Qingyou said frankly.

It turns out he was just a friend.

Mr. Jiang has no intention of not believing it.

He took off the chessboard and prepared to make tea.

Song Qingyou stretched out her hand, "Grandpa Jiang might as well let me do it?"

Jiang Zhihan couldn't help but look up.

He knew that his grandfather's two biggest hobbies were playing chess and drinking tea...

The former always crushes others, while the latter has been researching it, and from time to time he keeps saying that the housekeeper's method is not right and will waste tea...

Given that Song Qingyou won in Go, Mr. Jiang hesitated and asked, "How do you?"

Song Qingyou nodded. She had studied these things in the ancient world!

The old man hesitated for a while and gave up the tea set.

Song Qingyou straightened her back and held the teapot in her hand. The hot water poured out from the thin spout, landing clockwise on the cover bowl, raising the heat. Then she washed the other teapots one by one, and her movements were like flowing water.

I look very skillful, and I don’t know how many times I have done it.

Mr. Jiang stared at him without looking around.

A few minutes later, the cup of tea placed in front of him was clear and transparent, warm and yellow, and the mellow fragrance of tea could be smelled before drinking it.

The old man tasted it and felt the aftertaste was endless.

He was very excited inside and even had the urge to help Song Qingyou be a friend of his age.

The next second I heard Song Qingyou say:

"The time for picking Pu'er is not right, and I don't know the heat of stir-frying greens well, which is a pity."

Mr. Jiang:...

Usually he is the only one who dislikes others for not being "fine" enough, but today it is his turn?!

Jiang Zhihan glanced at the tea pot next to him.
Chapter completed!